There is no gossip like married gossip. It is sweeter than cold apple juice on a hot mid-afternoon. It is juicier than those Makueni mangoes with the nipple on one end. And it is eternal, like the milk and honey from the promised land.
Think about the most annoying couple you know. Annoying because they had the audacity to find love while the rest of us contend with the scraps. Now, think about the times you’ve seen them together. If they were not yelling obscenities at each other, then I’m sure they were huddled up, foreheads kissing, whispering conspiratorially to each other like Azimio principals at a funeral.